The End of an Era

My tiny little baby is out of her crib. It’s so sad, and most inconvenient, really. But she is Harry Houdini reincarnate, so it’s really surprising she made it this far. She was weaseling out of the stroller straps at eight months, laughing in the faces of the Safety 1st baby proofing stuff by 11 months and opening all manner of containers and trunks, even those with latches, at 14 months. She can now successfully climb out of her crib and fall to her death. By some heavenly intervention she still can’t mess with the straps on the car seat, although it’s not for lack of trying.

We decided that it was time to take off the side of the crib so she can… well, not fall to her death every day. This also necessitated a change of bedrooms, which is unfortunate for me. Her new room is the only room in the house that’s finished, and therefore safest for her, and the room that was my room when I woke up this morning. So sad. I just lost my new bedroom to a baby.

The change is temporary, as soon as the next bedroom is ready she will be moving in there, this time permanently. She’s had a hard time staying in bed, which we anticipated, so tonight she didn’t go to sleep until about 11pm. She should be a zombie tomorrow.

We decided to put a gate in the doorway, because I am not willing to have her sleeping in a room by herself with the door closed but I also don’t think it’s a good idea for her to take a midnight stroll through the house. We’ll see how the first night goes.

Also, the crib people (per the instructions) say that babies are unable to get out of it until they are 35 inches tall and she is 33 inches. I want some justice here.